While we were on our way home from my work (Aiden had an orthopedic appointment to get his moldings done for his orthotics) he was in a bad mood. He was mad that I wouldn't let him climb the side of the wall at my work. So, after he tried to climb the wall 3-times unsuccessfully (because I ripped him down from it) he ran out the front doors and directing into the parking lot. Yeah, a parking lot. I was thrilled...running after him with a purse, backpack, soup bowl, sunglasses and a Gatorade. Oh yeah and pumps. Flashes of him getting squashed by a car coming up from service was running through my mind. Once I caught him they were instantly replaced with all the ways I was going to kill him once we got home. ;) Knowing damn well all the guys from work were watching me from the surveillance camera just waiting to see what I was going to do to him once I caught up I chose to zoom past him as he screamed, "don't follow me!". Ugh. If only he realized I was practically running away. All settled in the car he starts screaming and throwing things around (hat, gloves, toys, headrest to the passenger side seat) and eventually calms down to a creepy tone that reminds me of the tiny child in that Stephen King novel...ugh... I can't remember, he rides a tricycle and kills his mother. No? Anyway, he says, "I wish God never made me. Then I wouldn't have such a terrible life with a horrible mother". Yeah, and THAT is the good stuff right there. The stuff they don't tell you about when you're cooing, oohing and ahhhhhing at the cute cherub's after birth. They don't tell you that in 6 short years you are a terrible mother and they wish god never made them. We spent the rest of the night cleaning our house. His job was cleaning the dust off the floor boards with a tiny cloth. Horrible mother indeed. ;)
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